Su Zimu floated on the water until the sun set in the west, and then reluctantly swam to the shore.

If he hadn't been so hungry, he would have felt like he could float in the water for the next life!

It was not early, Su Zimu took a turn around the neighborhood, first found a big tree with an amazing diameter, dug a tree hole of ten square meters at a height of seven or eight meters, and then went down to the lake to catch a few big fish to wrap his belly.

While eating, I thought, I won't meet a group of stupid X's again this time, right?

By the time the belly was filled, a full moon had jumped into the treetops.

Su Zimu hid in the tree hole, took out the jade slip and put it on his forehead, and a strange feeling immediately flowed all over his body.

This feeling is very subtle, as if attached to another person, experiencing the other person's feelings in all directions.

In the words of the previous life, it is an immersive 3D stereoscopic holographic experience.

In other words, as long as he mastered and successfully copied the feeling recorded in the jade slip, he would be able to learn this sword technique!

Yes, yes, this thing is much better than a boring mantra.

Having said that, it's not a problem to go to heaven and earth, and to use low-level means such as words to inherit the exercises, a misunderstanding, isn't it a waste of all previous efforts?

Therefore, this kind of immersive experience is the orthodox way of transmission in the cultivation world, right?

It is not excluded that there are written records, but he feels that that kind of exercise is either non-mainstream, or deliberately misleading others.

Of course, it is not excluded that some low-level exercises do not use such a high-end inheritance method.

After repeatedly experiencing the sword trick more than a dozen times, Su Zimu took out the Luoxia sword, calmed his mind and sensed it, and tried to imprint his divine sense on the flying sword according to the record in the sword trick.

There are two ways to recognize the Lord recorded in the Jade Slips, one is to recognize the Lord by dropping blood, and the other is the imprint of divine consciousness.

In his understanding, the identification of the Lord by the blood is the verification of DNA, which belongs to the binding of the body, and is an out-and-out low-level means.

The imprint of divine consciousness is a spiritual identity, which belongs to the spiritual unity, and there is no doubt that it is a high-end method.

But he didn't know what went wrong, he tried several times according to the method recorded in the jade slip, and it was clear that his divine consciousness had been concentrated on the flying sword, but there was no way to compress and condense the scattered divine consciousness and become a real brand.

Su Zimu had a feeling that he was sitting under his ass with a mountain of gold, but he couldn't get a piece.

Dysphoria!

What went wrong?

Why didn't Mo ask so much, but he didn't mention why the flying sword would fail to admit the master?

The high-end means failed, so they could only try low-level techniques, rubbing their fingers lightly on the blade of the sword, squeezing out blood and dripping on the sword.

The result is the same, and it's still useless.

Su Zimu's whole person is not good, could it be that the level of this sword is too high, so he, a novice, can't equip it?

Or do you have to use the legendary heart and blood to express enough sincerity?

The problem is that he doesn't know the difference between essence blood and blood at all, and there is no mention of this in the jade slip...... Could it be the difference between venous blood and arterial blood?

While he had a headache, the blood dripping on Luoxia's sword slowly flowed down the blade, and finally gathered at the tip of the sword, dripping quietly.

It was also a coincidence that the blood happened to fall on the short stick brought out of the bottom of the lake.

Su Zimu's consciousness suddenly went into a trance, and he was stunned to find that his divine consciousness had actually established a very special connection with that short stick.

No way?

He picked up that inconspicuous stick, this thing is actually a magic weapon? Who is so boring to make such a thing a magic weapon?

The short stick and the flying sword are placed together, the former is like a short and poor turtle, and the latter is like the second generation of Bai Fumei, with an extremely strong sense of contrast.

But Feijian ignored him at all, but inadvertently established a connection with the short stick, which made him reasonable?

Okay, it's all fate!

Short sticks, short sticks, don't even have a name, it's really frustrated to home, and I have the heart to choose a suitable name, but I can't think of what to call it for a while, so I can only put it on hold for the time being.

You can't call it Kim, can you? And it can't be bigger or smaller.

Recognizing the reality, Su Zimu put away his flying sword and ran the sword trick with a short stick in his hand.

The weight of the short stick suddenly decreased a lot, and it was about to fall out of the palm of his hand, but it was still a little short and could not fly.

Su Zimu couldn't help but sigh, this thing is too heavy, if it is replaced with a light flying sword, it will definitely be successful!

I tried several times in a row, but it was the same result, not to mention that I couldn't make the short stick fly, and I also consumed my divine sense, and my temples stinged like pins.

Su Zimu was forced to stop the experiment and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three poles of the sun.

I kept trying, but it didn't work.

He suddenly had an idea, if he knocked a Heavenly Demon Pill, would it change?

However, there were only three Heavenly Demon Pills left, and Su Zimu was really reluctant.

Successfully wielding a flying sword is the foundation for learning a complete sword technique.

In addition to the Qiankun ring, he also had five Qiankun bags, all of which were collected from other people, and he also had a few swords of different lengths.

But they were all low-level magic weapons, or ordinary weapons forged with a little cultivation method, and they couldn't touch the threshold of magic weapons at all.

If it's not a magic weapon, you can't recognize the master, and if you can't recognize the master, you can't make an envoy, Su Zimu almost fell into a logical dead loop.

If only I could lose some weight on the short stick......

Oh, yes, lose weight!

As soon as this idea came out, it took root in Su Zimu's heart.

If you were in your previous life, you could just buy a few balloons, and you could achieve your goal, but in this world, it is still barren mountains and mountains, and you can't even meet the most basic conditions.

But it doesn't matter, the frontal assault is not good, and you can also take a side detour!

Su Zimu was ingenious, using the Luoxia sword to cut a few pieces of wood, cut them into the right size and tie them to the stick, and then jumped into the lake to let the short stick float on the water.

Cut off some more wood until the stick sinks underwater.

At this point, the preparations are all complete.

Su Zimu took a deep breath and sank underwater, running the sword trick again.

The stick immediately responded, like a clumsy fish, slowly spinning around him.

This is the most basic means of sword control, if it is on the ground, the speed of the flying sword must be extremely fast, but in the water, it can only swim slowly, which is really laughable.

But it still doesn't matter, learning sword skills is stronger than anything else, and the rest can wait until later, when you have a suitable flying sword.

So, Su Zimu temporarily settled by the lake, and every day in addition to filling his belly, he sank underwater to practice swords, and used various sword control methods one by one.

The sword technique was quickly familiarized, but due to the resistance of the water, the consumption of the sword was amazing, and in a maximum of ten minutes, the divine consciousness would be consumed to seventy-seven eighty-eight, and he would not be forced to stop.

After a period of time, the sword technique did not improve much, but the water type improved by leaps and bounds.

Su Zimu's stubborn temper also came up, thinking that back then, Yang Guo could split against the waves for several years, but now it is just a little lake, what can't he insist on?

Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil!